Public Pie Punishment by Pan

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(29/04/2020)

 

 

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Pinkie Pie was on her tummy. Absentmindedly kicking her back feet, she was watching a race between an ant and a rolly polly across the dirt of the rock farm.

 

"Pinkamena! Do you have that firewood yet?!"

"Oh! Coming Mom!"

Pinkie pushed herself off the ground and gave her clothes a once-over to brush off the dust, then double-timed it to the wood pile her Pa was chopping.

 

They didn't exchange words - both were too busy preparing for tonight's Apple visit. Pinkie picked up all the wood her small but muscular arms could carry and hastened to the house. She knew her mother would scold her for dropping some and being 'careless', more than she would be scolded for forgetting her chores for bug activities. Mrs. Quartz called out to Pinkie as she stacked up the wood by the hearth.

 

"Pinkamena! I need to talk to you."

(gulp) "Coming mommy."

 

The best result one could hope for from a Pie-daughter 'talk' was being humbled. More often than not punishment was involved. Mr. Pie and Mrs. Quartz loved their children, but they believed strict discipline molds fallen souls into good, upstanding people. No matter how old the child, the Pie family was willing to chastise them when a learning opportunity presented itself.

 

"Pinkamena, we have work to do so let's make this quick. Come over here and bend over."

"Yes mommy."

 

Pinkamena couldn't remember the last time she outright disobeyed her parents. It had been ingrained in her, and spanked out of her, for as long as she had been alive.

 

SMACK! SMACK!

 

Without an opportunity to catch her breath or even start crying, Pinkamena was being spanked like a bratty toddler. She hadn't truly processed the pain or the situation, but Cloudy had braced Pinkie against her hips and bent her forward to apply corporal punishment. Her simple skirt flipped towards her lowered head, and Cloudy had already taken the liberty of lowering the girl's bloomers. Right from the start the whacks were coming in too quickly to count.

CRACK! CRACK!

 

Each smack was perfectly aimed and keenly felt by the chastened child. Cloudy's experience was well-used: some first-person memories she'd prefer to to forget, and her own history babysitting her younger siblings and other church families. When the first Pie child got to "that age", she was already a natural - and she had over 2 decades of practice on naughty bums since since.

 

WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! CRACK! WHACK!

 

Pinkamena would never consciously writhe about to avoid a fair punishment, but the brain does funny things when the rear-end it's connected to is given its due. Try as she might, kick as she might, scream "MOMMY!!!!" as she might, Cloudy kept her charge in the proper position for posterior punishment.

 

SMACK!

 

Cloudy Quartz wasn't like the stay-at-home laze-abouts they had in Canterlot. And cross her heart, she would sooner die than be arrogant enough to work a desk job as a woman. Ever since Pinkie moved out there had always been *more* farm work to go around. So even in her middle age she was quite able to restrain her naughty daughter and administer just correction to what their Creator oh so wisely gave Pinkamena. Sometimes Cloudy and Igneous privately speculated that their Creator, in all Their wisdom, endowed Pinkamena with the most generous blessing on her lower-half because They knew she would be punished the most.

 

The last spank fell upon her daughter's bottom, now thoroughly painted red. She would remember to stay on task every time she sat down tonight, for sure.

 

(snif) "Sorry mommy... guess I needed that."

"We all do from time to time, Pinkamena."

"I'm going to go cool off in my room-- on my tummy!"

"You will do no such thing!"

 

Cloudy pulled an apron off a hook near the hearth.

"Take this and get back to work! We're going to have company!"

Pinkie bent over to pull up her bloomers. Mrs. Quartz swatted Pinkie's hand.

"Just like Eve, Pinkamena."

"But--"

"No buts! You know as well as I do your panties would just be scratching up your rump anyway!"

"But Marble and Limestone and Maud--"

"What? You're worried they will see a young lady who has been chastised? A bit late for that don't you think? And it's not like their rear-ends have stayed grey sunup to sundown either!"

"But the guests..."

"I'm not talking about the guests!!", she barked. Right now this is a private Pie punishment. But I've got half a mind to leave you in this apron for the Apple visit! It's nothing they haven't experienced on their own farm! And you've been awfully uppity ever since you moved and got a job! It would do you some good!"

"Yes ma'am."

Soon Mrs. Quartz was giving orders like the head chef at a gourmet restaurant.

"More wood in the hearth!"

"Chop these onions, seein' as you're all cried out!"

"Set the table, they'll be here any minute!"

 

The constant work kept Pinkie's mind off her bottom. Only twice she obliviously rubbed her bare behind for comfort, and twice was reprimanded for it.

 

SMACK!

"Wash your hands, young filly. How many times do I have to tell you? You can rub your sorry keister when your punishment's over, but it ain't over yet! There's still a lotta lesson to work from your hind-parts to your brain-parts!"

 

Everything about dinner and the evening was perfectly set up. Three simple knocks came from the door.

 

"They're here! Answer it, Pinkamena!"

"But my clothes--"

"If you did what you were sposed to, you wouldn't be in this mess! Now answer it!"

Sighing, Pinkie opened the door. All the Ponyville Apples were there.

 

"Welcome welcome welcome, a--"

"Hurry it up Pinkamena, you're letting the hot out."

Applejack chuckled, and the guests made their way indoors, moseying past Pinkie. Big Mac simply said "wow", and Pinkie knew her minimal cover had been blown. Like her spanking, she knew there were some battles you can't win, so she didn't even try.

 

"Pinkamena got sidetracked with chores today so I had to help her focus."

"Help her focus, sheesh! How can she think of anything else!?"

"Well Granny Smith, we like to make sure our lessons are well-heeded in the Pie household."

"Oh no, I ain't criticizing, the whippersnapper probably deserved it. Didn'cha, honey?"

"Yes ma'am."

 

Pinkie Pie was mortified. She knew she needed spankings to keep her on the straight and narrow but that didn't make it any easier to know her close friends saw her spanked hiney.

 

"Well as long as you learn your lesson ain't nothin' to be a shamed of. Now where's that grub?"

 

Cloudy rang the dinner bell and shouted "soup's on!" to call in the other Pies.

 

Pinkie spent the whole dinner squirming on the hard maple chairs. Her apron protected her modesty, if it protected anything at all, but her bare backside was directly supporting her plump weight. No amount of repositioning obscured Pinkie's punishment from her mind -- to say nothing of the show she was putting on for the Apples that came to visit.

 

True to Cloudy's word, they were having soup. Some kind of Pie tradition with carrots, potatoes, and... rocks. They were big and easy to eat around. Sometimes they were salty, so at least they added flavor.

 

Pinkie had finished her meal first and was scooping up pebbles with her spoon. It gave her something to pay attention to other than her hindquarters.

"Pinkamena, the pitcher is running low. Be a dear and fill it up?"

"But Mom, there's still some--"

"NOW, Pinkamena..."

Apples and Pies watched Pinkie's reddened glutes move back and forth against her apron, wondering what kind of spanking could make cheeks that red.

Big Macintosh was especially lost observing Pinkie's assistance. He was torn between sympathy (he knew how bad a hide-tannin' was) and attraction. If he wasn't happily in a relationship, and those cheeks were their normal pink (rather than a frightening red), and he didn't know Pinkie like a friend, and he hadn't already seen her bare butt so many times he lost track (Pinkie was weird), it was the kind of thing that could change a man.

 

Igneous Pie had another request as dinner was wrapping up.

"Pinkamena, put some more logs on the fire."

Apple Bloom, the least mature of the group, piped up:

"Ain't she had enough fire on her rear-end for one day?"

The comment got the better of Pinkie, with the stress of the dinner and the spanking adding up. An inch of Pinkie's hair even straightened out.

"Yes mother, ain't I had enough fire?"

"Pinkamina Diane Pie. I don't think I'm getting through to you. 15 minutes in the naughty corner."

Pinkie got up, but pressed her luck:

"Mom, please"

"MARCH!"

She sent Pinkie on her way with a swat to her butt and Pinkie blushed madly as she ran to the corner. 18 eyes, Pie and Apple, were on the naughty pie in the corner, weight shifting back and forth, nose jammed between the walls, and punished bottom on display. Whenever Pinkie put too much weight on one leg, her bottom made contact with the crease in her thighs. Silently shooting up in pain, she quickly put weight on the other leg, repeating the process. Both thighs had some attention from Cloudy, so all Pinkie was doing was showing off her undulating globes without any hope of relief.

Pinkie hear someone else get up and do the chore she had talked back for. Based on the footsteps, it must have been one of her sisters. Probably Maud, hoping to avoid a conflict. (She wanted no part in what Pinkie had just had!)

 

Feeling awkward that her friend was in trouble, Applejack tried to make conversation. But her first topic was sadly relevant to Pinkie's plight:

"You have a naughty corner?"

 

Painted across the two walls was the word N A U G H T Y, with each letter styled like a wooden block toy. Applejack noted with amusement and horror that a paddle hung not too far from the naughty corner, and she assumed it was used for churning butts, not butter.

 

"It comes in handy from time to time, yes."

"After all these years?"

"Pinkie still visits every few months, so it still gets use."

"Boy Mrs. Quartz, you certainly know how to make a rump roast."

 

That made Pinkie shift like she had a bee in her bonnet, and the gathered guests laughed as they watched.

...

 

"Who is it?"

"AJ"

"Come in"

 

Pinkamena was on her tummy again. Lying on the bed her sisters still shared, her panties were around her ankles. Her skirt was flipped up, resting on her back as she massaged her still-red butt.

 

"Still hurts, huh."

"Always does after a mommy spanking."

 

Applejack came closer and leaned onto the bed, then gently sat down next to Pinkie's rear.

 

"Want mah help?"

Dejectedly, Pinkie replied:

"Sure. Can't be worse than what I'm doing."

"We always help each other on the farm. Certain angles you can't get."

"HEY! That's-- oooh that's good."

"Heh-heh, see?

 

Pinkie was in heaven. As her friend's massage evaporated the pain, she felt loved. Yes, her parents loved her, but they never checked in on a spanked child until bedtime. It was just part of the punishment, something they learned from *their* parents.

 

If gambling wasn't a sin, Pinkamena would bet that AJ could give the Ponyville spa owners a run for their money. Applejack found every inch of Pinkie's butt, and made every inch feel better. Until the rubbing stopped.

 

"I think that's enough for the naughty girl."

Applejack winked.

 

"AJ!"

Pinkie's butt still had an afterglow! It looked bad and felt worse. It wasn't fair!

 

"Yah should always leave some sting left over to remind you to behave."

"No way, I keep going until my hand falls off."

"And how's that worked out for you?"

(sigh) "I've been spanked every time I come here."

"Trust me. Take it from someone who hasn't been paddled in two harvests. Take your medicine now and ya remember the next time ya wanna do something foolish."

 

END

 

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Had a thought where AJ and Pinkie share a bed at the end of the story, but I liked the other ending better. Would be cute.